"Dabao, what are you saying?" Mr. Su's voice was nearly unmelodic, like something sharp scraping against glass.
It made the listener's heart tremble.
"A bracelet!" Lu Dabao, whose nerves were quite rough, didn't notice anything amiss. He pointed at the bracelet on the woman's wrist in the oil painting, "This bracelet is exactly like Sheng Ning's, it's still the one I got with Chen Huaying from..."
He couldn't finish his sentence as Chen Huaying quickly covered his mouth.
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After the assistant had brought Chen Huaying and Lu Dabao inside, Sheng Ning stood alone in the cold wind. The winter in the north was just too harsh; she had only stood there for a moment and her whole body was shivering from the cold.
She wanted to move around, but her heart wasn't in it.
Oh! If only Living Yama were here, she wouldn't feel so panicked.
